Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off!
Well, I am King! Bring out your dead! Nine pence. My liege! Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system!
Have at you! Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical!
We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. Cider! Good idea, O Lord!
No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today. Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! A scratch? Your arm's off! Bloody peasant! You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. Yes, do us all a favor! Why?
No. No. Oh, cut your own head off! She has got a wart. I don't want to go on the cart! Tell us! Tell us! Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you? Pie Iesu domine... Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here? Aaagh! You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?